The hydracropsychic effect
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
847
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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An unexpected rescue.
~An unexpected rescue~ Chap 2.
She rose abruptly knocking the chair back. A flash of lightning flooded the room with sudden brightness as she grabbed her coat from the closet and quietly slunk towards the door. No sooner had she set foot outside that a deafening thunder crash brought her heart up into her throat.
When she was a young girl she had been terrified of thunderstorms and although they didn't frighten her as much as they used to particularly loud thunder still frightened her a little. Three minutes out in the rain and she was thoroughly soaked. She took long quick strides keeping her head down and partially hidden beneath the hood of her jacket.
The lightning once again lit up the sky and the thunder became even louder, as if urging her on. The loudest crack finally caused her to break into a run and her tears mingled with the rain drops on her cheeks as she ran; not quite sure what she intended to do or where she was heading.
Running away isn't going to solve anything she thought even as she picked up speed. "At least pack a bag," her sense of logic screamed over the storm that was raging all around her, but for once she paid it no heed. She rarely gave into spontaneity but something strong was drawing her forward.
She couldn't explain it but she recognized now that she was heading for the lake. She wasn't going to try it was she? Is that what this was? It couldn't be, she didn't have the guts to end it all. She tried to stop and think rationally but the feeling was so absorbing and it felt so, so good.
Finally she could see the water or where it should have been but the pounding sheets of rain acted as a curtain obscuring her vision. She walked to the wooden platform and gazing up into the icy drops of rain, she teetered precariously on the platforms edge.
The raindrop indented lake seemed to beckon to her, offering to swallow her up, if she only had the courage to take that final step. She filled her lungs to maximum capacity before loudly expelling the breath; she did this a few times, relishing in the easiness of her breathing.
Then a deep voice cut through the pattering sounds of the rain, and her noisy exhalations. "So, are you going to jump?" She was so surprised she lost her balance, and she gave an involuntary shriek as she managed to fall backwards onto her ass. She spun around and squinted into the darkness.
He was seated under a tree, his clothes dark, as was his hair. No wonder she hadn't noticed him, he was practically camouflaged. He was too far away for her to be able to read his features but his voice was faintly amused as he brushed the fringe of his hair from his eyes and said, "I knew you wouldn't do it. I couldn't either."
Then he gave her a weak smile and gestured for her to take a seat beside him. He didn't seem to mind that the ground was soaked and muddy. "Maybe he's crazy?" she mused, but then dismissed the thought. As she drew cautiously closer she saw many things in his dull green eyes, but madness wasn't one of them.
He held out his hand and she took it gingerly. "I'm Laurent," he said as if this were a perfectly casual meeting in a grocery store. "Annie" she replied. His hands were large, and quite cold. He'd been out in the storm for a while.
Now that she was closer she could see that he was much older, his face was weathered looking, yet not un-attractive. His hair was dark brown, and quite messy, the longish strands creating a fringe that once again fell over his face concealing his eyes. She fought the urge to reach out and brush it away for him.
She realized she had yet to let go of his hand and released it so suddenly it startled them both. "H..How long have you been watching me?" she stuttered through lips numbed by the cold. She could see the question stung him and as he turned away she noticed that she was glad of his company.
"I just didn't want to see you make the same mistake I almost made. I'm sorry if I startled you. Why don't you go home? It's late and you must be soaked to the skin." She stared at him. She wanted to ask him what was so bad about his life that he could want to die. Then she realized the question was hypocritical. So she kept silent.
"Go on, go!" She was frightened by his raised voice, had she angered him? "Please..Don't do anything stupid," she mumbled, unwilling to leave him. He looked stricken, but then the confusion cleared from his eyes and he smiled gently.
He held out his hand once again and she took it, this time her grip was firmer. "Likewise, Annie," he said. Then he turned his back on her and began to walk off into the rain. Then she felt something, heart stopping and deep inside her. She realized it was panic. "Wait! Laurent!" she called out. He stopped and turned back to face her, his expression expectant.
She tried to speak, to express what had made her call out for him, yet no words would come. "Well?" his voice sounded agitated. Then suddenly it felt as if a dam had broken inside her, and the tears shed held inside for years spilled out. She began sobbing uncontrollably.
He stood stock still assessing the situation, his eyes full of terror. He didn't seem like he knew what to do and she thought he would go and leave her with her shame and tears, but finally he drew closer and pulled her into his strong arms and held her tight.
He held on until both the rain and her tears had slowed to a soft trickle. She couldn't bring herself to look up at him, afraid of what she might see in his eyes, or more truthfully, what might not be there. She would be crushed if she did not see the same love in his eyes that she felt swelling in her breast.
She let out a little gasp as he placed his two fingers under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. "Are you ok?" he asked in a breathy voice that revealed he too had been crying. She took a deep breath and decided honesty was the best policy. "Depends." She replied.
She rose abruptly knocking the chair back. A flash of lightning flooded the room with sudden brightness as she grabbed her coat from the closet and quietly slunk towards the door. No sooner had she set foot outside that a deafening thunder crash brought her heart up into her throat.
When she was a young girl she had been terrified of thunderstorms and although they didn't frighten her as much as they used to particularly loud thunder still frightened her a little. Three minutes out in the rain and she was thoroughly soaked. She took long quick strides keeping her head down and partially hidden beneath the hood of her jacket.
The lightning once again lit up the sky and the thunder became even louder, as if urging her on. The loudest crack finally caused her to break into a run and her tears mingled with the rain drops on her cheeks as she ran; not quite sure what she intended to do or where she was heading.
Running away isn't going to solve anything she thought even as she picked up speed. "At least pack a bag," her sense of logic screamed over the storm that was raging all around her, but for once she paid it no heed. She rarely gave into spontaneity but something strong was drawing her forward.
She couldn't explain it but she recognized now that she was heading for the lake. She wasn't going to try it was she? Is that what this was? It couldn't be, she didn't have the guts to end it all. She tried to stop and think rationally but the feeling was so absorbing and it felt so, so good.
Finally she could see the water or where it should have been but the pounding sheets of rain acted as a curtain obscuring her vision. She walked to the wooden platform and gazing up into the icy drops of rain, she teetered precariously on the platforms edge.
The raindrop indented lake seemed to beckon to her, offering to swallow her up, if she only had the courage to take that final step. She filled her lungs to maximum capacity before loudly expelling the breath; she did this a few times, relishing in the easiness of her breathing.
Then a deep voice cut through the pattering sounds of the rain, and her noisy exhalations. "So, are you going to jump?" She was so surprised she lost her balance, and she gave an involuntary shriek as she managed to fall backwards onto her ass. She spun around and squinted into the darkness.
He was seated under a tree, his clothes dark, as was his hair. No wonder she hadn't noticed him, he was practically camouflaged. He was too far away for her to be able to read his features but his voice was faintly amused as he brushed the fringe of his hair from his eyes and said, "I knew you wouldn't do it. I couldn't either."
Then he gave her a weak smile and gestured for her to take a seat beside him. He didn't seem to mind that the ground was soaked and muddy. "Maybe he's crazy?" she mused, but then dismissed the thought. As she drew cautiously closer she saw many things in his dull green eyes, but madness wasn't one of them.
He held out his hand and she took it gingerly. "I'm Laurent," he said as if this were a perfectly casual meeting in a grocery store. "Annie" she replied. His hands were large, and quite cold. He'd been out in the storm for a while.
Now that she was closer she could see that he was much older, his face was weathered looking, yet not un-attractive. His hair was dark brown, and quite messy, the longish strands creating a fringe that once again fell over his face concealing his eyes. She fought the urge to reach out and brush it away for him.
She realized she had yet to let go of his hand and released it so suddenly it startled them both. "H..How long have you been watching me?" she stuttered through lips numbed by the cold. She could see the question stung him and as he turned away she noticed that she was glad of his company.
"I just didn't want to see you make the same mistake I almost made. I'm sorry if I startled you. Why don't you go home? It's late and you must be soaked to the skin." She stared at him. She wanted to ask him what was so bad about his life that he could want to die. Then she realized the question was hypocritical. So she kept silent.
"Go on, go!" She was frightened by his raised voice, had she angered him? "Please..Don't do anything stupid," she mumbled, unwilling to leave him. He looked stricken, but then the confusion cleared from his eyes and he smiled gently.
He held out his hand once again and she took it, this time her grip was firmer. "Likewise, Annie," he said. Then he turned his back on her and began to walk off into the rain. Then she felt something, heart stopping and deep inside her. She realized it was panic. "Wait! Laurent!" she called out. He stopped and turned back to face her, his expression expectant.
She tried to speak, to express what had made her call out for him, yet no words would come. "Well?" his voice sounded agitated. Then suddenly it felt as if a dam had broken inside her, and the tears shed held inside for years spilled out. She began sobbing uncontrollably.
He stood stock still assessing the situation, his eyes full of terror. He didn't seem like he knew what to do and she thought he would go and leave her with her shame and tears, but finally he drew closer and pulled her into his strong arms and held her tight.
He held on until both the rain and her tears had slowed to a soft trickle. She couldn't bring herself to look up at him, afraid of what she might see in his eyes, or more truthfully, what might not be there. She would be crushed if she did not see the same love in his eyes that she felt swelling in her breast.
She let out a little gasp as he placed his two fingers under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. "Are you ok?" he asked in a breathy voice that revealed he too had been crying. She took a deep breath and decided honesty was the best policy. "Depends." She replied.